Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-01-08


aye kin burn our house ef yer tibet big
villain said; but / can't tell We no diff
ferent'
a'Kunnel, thet's him a-choppin' over thar
said Jake johnson. Il know he's cfared
some new ground fur terbacker on tibet air
hillside
al believe hit is said Kunnel Bill, list
enin' minnit Parker, We an Haygood go
over thar an git him, while some o the res.
o. We look bout the stable an fodder stack
thar Mind my orders, an see tibet they air
carried out
His manner made me fear everything. A
thought flashed inter my mind. Thar wuz
tibet horn thar"-Hary followed her eyes
with his and saw hanging on hooks against
the wall one of the long tin horns used in the
south to call the men folks of the farms to
their meals 1t was crushed and battered TO
uselessness-aI thought Id blow hit an at
tract his attention He mout then see them
a-comin' and git away. ran inter the house
an snatched the horn down, but afore
could put hit ter my lI,S Bill Pennington
jerked hit way from me an stamped on hit.
siDeb Brill said he, with MORALLY hate
full look, yer peart an sassy an bold, an hev
alters been so, an SOS yer Yankeefed hus
band we've he'd yer own way offen-too
often Now I'll hev mine an wipe out some
long standin' scores. Dave Brill heZ capped
a lifetime O. plague an disturbance ter his
betters by becomin' a traitor ter his country
an inducin' others ter be traitors He must
be Quoted Come olt an listen
"He pulled me out inter the yard Dave
wuz still chopin away Fur nearly every
day fur nigh thirty years the sound o his ak
he'd been music in my ears. l had larned to
know hit, even afore We wuz lovers, fur his
fathers land jined my fathers, an hit seems
ter me tibet could tell the note o his ak from
tibet o. everybody else. almost ez airly ez
could tell robins song from blaekbirds.
Girl woman, wife an mother, ! he'd listened
to hit while | knit, wove or spun, every
stroke minglin' with the sounds o my wheei
or loom an the song o the birds, an tellin'
me whar he WIZ, an tibet he wuz toilin'
cheerfully fur me an mine.
Now, fur the fust time in all these years
hits steady, strong beat brought Misty ter
my ears. Hit wuz ez the tOllin' of bell fur
some one not yit dead. My heart ony beat
ez fast ez he chopped Hit would give great
jump when the sound o. the blow reached me,
an then stand still until the next one came
AT last came long-O, so long pause
They've got thar said Bill Pennington,
cranin' forward his head ter ketch the fust
sound He's seed 'em an is tryln' ter git
way. But he kin never do hit know the
men / sent ter do the job
Two rifle shots sounded Almost together,
an then Immediately arter WIZ couple o
boastful Injun-hke yells.
Thar, Deb, heah tibet! Yer wilder now.
Be thankful thet let yeofi so easy. ought
by rights ter burn Yer house an put tibet boy
o. YOUR whar he'll do no harm But this i
do fur an example ter these mounting trail
tors. They've lost Their leader, an Their haint
no one ter take his place They'll know now
tibet we're in dead airnest. Boys, go inter the
house an git all the guns thar is thar, an
what whites an blankets We want; but MAKE
haste, fur we must git away from heah in &
| hurry
Il run ez fast ez my feetd carry me TO whaI
| David lay stone dead. FORMER saddled hi:
| colt an galloped off ter his cousin Jim Fort
| ner's, ter rouse the home gyard. The coll
reached Jims house, bekase hits nanny VIII
| thar; but my son never did. In takin' the
| shortest road he he'd ter cross the dangerous
est ford on the Rockas<cl The Young beast
wuz skeerc,t nigh tn death, an hits rider wul
| drowned